“OK mom, . . . .OK!” He heard her say exasperatedly into the phone. With a start he pulled his hands over his eyes, hoping she didn’t notice his blatant staring at her chest.
When his eyes closed what he saw was that moment frozen in time, Becky’s skirt raised up, her legs bare from her ankles up to her thighs, with that unbelievably arousing view of her panties.
“Mom . . I gotta go. . . .Bye. .. . .. Jake?” Jake opened his eyes and saw Becky looking right at him. “You OK?”
Probably too quickly he sat up straight rearranging papers on the table. “Yeah fine! Sorry, ok, where were we?”
She gave him a sideways glance. “You sure?”
“Yeah, just resting my eyes a bit!” She smiled at him and got back to work.
Relieved that her attention was off him for the moment he tried to gather his thoughts, but the only thing he could think of was Becky, with her skirt lifted and those wonderful panties.
“Well, I’ll finish these for next week, my exam is a week from Monday.” Becky started gathering her papers.
Jake looked around quickly, wanting so badly to . . . what? Offer to tie her shoes? Pretend to stumble and fall on the floor? His mind raced thinking of some scenario where he could once again get a peek up Becky’s skirt.
She stood and started walking to the front door. “So she couldn’t find her cell phone . . . . on the counter . . .kept asking.” He barely heard what she was saying as he followed her staring at her legs as she walked away, looking for some hint of the panty line on her bottom, any evidence of the panties he had momentarily glimpsed.
As the door closed with one last “Are you sure you’re ok?” from Becky, Jake walked back to his car. As he sat down he realized he was extremely aroused and looked back at the one story house. Was there any reason to go back? Just for a minute? Just to see her one more time?
He then took a look in the mirror. “Get a hold of yourself.” He said aloud. “You’re acting like a freak.” Jake took a deep breath, started the car and drove away. He wasn’t sure what happened back there, but he knew he’d better get out of there before he did anything stupid.
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That night as Jake lay in bed he again couldn’t stop thinking about Becky and that one sweet look he had. He could feel himself getting erect and started moving his body up and down under his covers, the slight stimulation making him more and more hard. He briefly thought of Laura, that night with her legs wide open, her crotch just inches from him and thought how much sexier it had been to glimpse Becky.
Even the way she sat, he remembered, with her legs tightly pressed together, the notebook on her lap, Jake had a feeling that she had a natural inclination to keep herself covered. This made it that much more enticing for him to view her most private area, those adorable white an blue striped panties, how much he would have liked to walk to her while she was on the phone, kneel down at her feet and slowly pull he knees apart, seeing a little more, and a little more . . .